Hi. Welcome back. Nice to see you.
Did you know that I...
::know virtually every line of Stripes, but can not quote a single line of Ralph Waldo Emerson? I'm not boasting.
::was an English major in college. And an Art History minor. And an Asian Studies minor. And a Religion minor. I might even be forgetting one.
::have not been on a plane in seven years, but dream several times a week of being on a plane, and crashing.
::practically grew up in Kennedy Airport. Either on my way to various European cities with my parents, or waiting in the Pan Am Clipper Club for my dad to return from a business trip.
::have had two dogs, both named Sam, both black Labradors, and both, for a too-brief period, at the same time. At one point, the easiest way to tell them apart at a distance was that Sam-the-First had only three legs.
::am a perfectly capable and careful driver, but Tim always drives when we're together. This is a good thing, since I usually fall asleep when I'm in a car for any length of time.
::lived in Indianapolis, Indiana for about eighteen months, when I was young, with my family. I don't remember a lot about it, but have seen so many pictures and Super-8 movies, of the house, and the donkey, Wishbone, in the back yard, that I feel like they are my memories. I do remember looking out of the picture window in the front of the house, at a tornado coming across the sky.
::am a really good skier, and skater, and pretty good at baseball and basketball, but I loathe competitive sports. I could not, however, run a mile if I was being chased. This is not hyperbole.
::could not possibly go to bed with out all of the dishes being done, and everything being tidied up, and locked up, and ready for the morning. Except for that one night last summer, when I let it go.
::was a complete slob in my own room as a kid, except every once in a while I would clean it up and stage it like someone was going to come in and take pictures. Hmmm.
::worked for eleven years as an accountant, and was awful at it, despite a freaky proficiency for numbers. I have an untold depth of affection for the people I worked with for all of those years, and except for my best friend, whom I met at that job, I will most likely never speak to any of them again.
::sometimes go into my girls' room in the middle of the night, and lay down with them for a while, when I can't sleep.
::love Woody Allen movies, but not all of them. I could watch Annie Hall and Manhattan over and over again (and do). If Hannah and Her Sisters were cast with anyone other than Michael Caine, I would think it was the perfect movie. Sometimes I get despondent just thinking about how things could have been if only Alan Alda, for instance, played the Michael Caine role. Alan Alda? Come on. But Caine is that bad.
::am my own worst enemy.
::cry at the least of kindnesses from strangers. For instance, if you wave me on when I'm trying to make a left hand turn off of Broadway, I will most likely tear up for a second as I'm driving away.
::look forward to the day that my kids come back home from college to visit, and bring roommates and boyfriends and girlfriends.
::don't mind getting older, at all. But, I don't ever want to die. There's the rub.
More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.